It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. It's kinda boomin' i think today I'll make a killin'.ĭressin' down like a dirty, but only on the block. Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.īut if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.Īnd they say how do you survive weighin' 155 Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.ĭon't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.Īnd get ghost on the five-o, fuck them hos. I smoke blunts on a regular fuck when it counts. Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.Īnd I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.Īnd niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted. I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. That get up every morning and put there work in
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